The voice of truth is what he portrays
Always honest on whatever he says
He pulls me back when my mood is grey
Drawing a smile on my face everyday
I once gave him a nickname of how much he used to weigh
I thought he would misunderstand, and say she is so cliche
But instead he put that name on his profile display
And from that day I knew that his soul is just so fey
Despite what he was, or he is, he will always stay
A good man in my sight no matter what he convey
He may give the impression that he just wants to play
But I believe that if I trust him, he will never betray
He is a brother, and a person who will always repay
Never leaves a friend wandering half ways
I remember when my rhythms were stuck on a replay
He helped me to explore and go in different ways
The power in his words is magical in someway
So when he left, he took my inspiration away
The train of thoughts never had a stop on my way
Wishing for it to stop once, became my only pray